Moreover, the words "I love you" that Zeng Xiangyang said just now seemed like the child was too excited, so he blurted it out subconsciously.
As a result, this bitch man is so jealous.
Zhan Qi Pei raised his long eyebrows, pursed his thin lips, and did not speak.
Qiao Jing rubbed her brows helplessly, sighed, and changed the subject.
"Tomorrow Zeng Xiangyang and I will go watch the game."
She definitely couldn't change Zhan Qi Pei's jealousy, so she could only try to divert the man's attention.
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei's frown tightened, and his thin lips pursed into an icy line with no arc.
"Watching what game? Going with him? Can't he go by himself?"
Although he knew that Qiao Jing wanted to change the topic, he couldn't help but care about what the woman would do tomorrow.
Qiao Jing saw Zhan Qi Pei looking wary and rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"His performance and results have been good recently. I happened to have two tickets, so I took him with me to watch Lin Yan's final."
It seems that this bitch man still can't change his tendency to be jealous.
Zhan Qipei's face instantly darkened, and his brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly to death.
"must go?"
Originally, asking Qiao Jing to watch the game with Zeng Xiangyang was already the limit of his tolerance, but now he told him that they were going to watch Lin Yan's game.
This time, two men appeared at the same time, which made him even more intolerable.
Qiao Jing frowned slightly, her red lips slightly parted.
"If I promise them, I will definitely do it."
She is not the kind of person who keeps her word, not to mention, it was the finals played by Lin Yian. If she won, she would have won the world championship.
Also, just by listening to the tone of Zeng Xiangyang's voice when he spoke to her, one could tell how much the other party was looking forward to watching the game together tomorrow, and she would never regret it temporarily.
Zhan Qi Pei's dark eyes darkened and he came up with another solution.
"I will go with you."
He knew that Qiao Jing was not one to break his promises and kept his promises, so he would not force a woman to break her promise.
But he would never let Qiao Jing be alone with these two men tomorrow.
Qiao Jing glanced at Zhan Qi Pei, whose face was full of stubbornness, and her temples jumped heavily.
"Don't you have to work tomorrow?"
Although she will have a day off tomorrow, it does not mean that Zhan Qi Pei will also have a day off, and it is still a working day.
But these are not the main point. The main point is that she knows that Zhan Qi Pei is busy with a project recently. If he goes to watch the game with her all day tomorrow, it will waste a lot of time. Then Tang Yan should
I called her to find someone.
After hearing Qiao Jing's words, Zhan Qipei turned to look at the woman.
"I'll pick you up tomorrow."
This was his last tolerance. If Qiao Jing hadn't known that he had work to do, he would have followed her no matter what.
Otherwise, what if someone kidnapped his wife while he was away?
Seeing that Zhan Qi Pei had finally given up the idea of going, Qiao Jing nodded.
"good."
The next morning.
When Qiao Jing came to the dining table and sat down, she faced Zhan Qi Pei's expressionless face. The man seemed to be in a very bad mood at the moment.
She picked up the spoon and was about to start drinking the porridge, but she found that Zhan Qi Pei still had a dark face and just stared at her.
Qiao Jing tried to eat breakfast under this kind of gaze, but after just a few mouthfuls of porridge, she felt that the porridge in the bowl was no longer fragrant due to Zhan Qipei's gaze.
In desperation, she put down the spoon and raised her eyes to look at Zhan Qipei.
"I just went to watch a game. Lin Yan might not have time to see me if he wanted to play. Even if he went there, he would take Zeng Xiangyang to get an autograph or something."
She really couldn't understand why Zhan Qi Pei, a bitch, was so jealous?
Could it be that this bitch man was really the embodiment of a jealous demon in his previous life?
After hearing that Qiao Jing might not meet Lin Yan, Zhan Qi Pei's tense expression softened.
"Well, let's have breakfast, I'll take you there."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Jing's cell phone rang.
Zhan Qipei's eyes were instantly attracted to Qiao Jing's cell phone on the table. After seeing that the caller was Zeng Xiangyang, his face that had just softened could not help but become a little tense again.
Qiao Jing clicked to answer and turned on the speakerphone.
"Hello? What's wrong?"
Zeng Xiangyang's excited voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
"Master, I'm downstairs at your house! Is it Nantai Apartment? My aunt told me."
Qiao Jin paused while drinking the porridge and looked at the current time.
"Why did you come here so early?"
There are still three hours before the start of the game. Zeng Xiangyang took a taxi here at this time. Isn't it too exciting?
Zeng Xiangyang snorted twice.
"That's for sure, this is the finals! Brother Lin's finals! If we win, we will be the world champions! Master, which floor is your home on? I'll go up to find you!"
Zeng Xiangyang's words caused the two of them to fall into silence.
Qiao Jing raised his eyes and looked at Zhan Qi Pei. This bitch would definitely change his expression.
Sure enough, Zhan Qipei's face began to darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he said coldly:
"Waiting downstairs."
Zeng Xiangyang on the other side was shocked when he heard that the person who answered the phone suddenly changed to Zhan Qi Pei.
"Cousin? You...why are you here? Wait...you live with my master?!"
Zhan Qipei's face was still gloomy.
"You just know? Wait for her to finish breakfast downstairs and I'll take you there."
When Zeng Xiangyang, who was downstairs, heard this sentence, he stood in the wind and asked uncertainly:
"Ah? I'll wait below? It's not impossible. How long does it take for master to finish breakfast?"
Although he looked a little pitiful waiting below, he did not dare to disobey his cousin's wishes casually.
When his cousin is here, he is the cold-faced King of Hell.
Zhan Qi Pei glanced at Qiao Jing's bowl.
"Later, just wait."
Qiao Jing helplessly stretched out her hand to rub her eyebrows, then raised her eyes to look at Zhan Qi Pei.